My new apartment in London is so much smaller than the home Miles and I built for ourselves in Glasgow. Everything is just so much more expensive down here. I’ve had to join a new agency for work, my old one only covered the Glasgow area, and now I’m waiting for them to approve my profile.

When setting up the account, I was much more conscious that there was a greater risk of being found by people who knew me on the app. I had friends and family who didn’t really know what I did for work but would be within the area that I’d potentially be working in. So, rather than using my real name, my account was now set up under the name Liam and no longer included a face pic. It was a risk, but I hoped the artistic shot I’d taken of my bare chest would still entice a few clients.

That was a week ago and when I checked the agency’s app, my account was still showing as ‘Pending approval’. Sitting in my new home, alone with my thoughts and no opportunity to be distracted by work wasn’t doing me any good. I missed having Miles around, he was my best friend and we’d spent almost every day together for 8 years. I also missed Dorothy and Nathan. They played such a big part in my life, sure they were clients, but the intimate bonds we built, especially with Dorothy, took our connection to another level.

I needed to get out of my tiny apartment and find a distraction. Without an agency, I couldn’t work, Miles’ voice ringing in my head, reminding me it wouldn’t be safe. But maybe I could find some fun; aside from Miles, it had been years since I met anyone just for fun rather than work. Dating in my line of work would never be fair to my partner, and with Miles also around, I never really needed to find anyone for a one-night stand.

Looking in my wardrobe, trying to decide what to wear, so many items inside brought back memories of my years in Glasgow. The sports kit I first wore when I worked with Miles, the suits I wore on dates with Dorothy, the uniforms some of my clients requested I wear, I’d built up quite the collection over the years and I’d been lucky that I’d managed to keep the same size as I was back when I was still a student. I picked out a pair of dark trousers and a black silk shirt that clung nicely to my biceps, styled my hair and grabbed my keys before heading out to find some fun.

Heading to Soho, I walked into a bar that seemed popular but not too busy. I wasn’t in the mood for the thumping beat of the clubs. I propped myself up on a stool at the bar and ordered a Tennent’s to which the barman replied, “Never heard of that mate.” I rubbed my neck in frustration, of course, this day was just going to get worse. “I’ll have a lager,” I sigh, resigning myself to having whatever they could offer. Tennent’s had been Miles and my lager of choice whenever we were hanging out in Glasgow.

The barman pulled one of the taps on the bar and passed me an overpriced drink that quite frankly tasted disgusting. I was trying to work out what it tasted like when I heard a voice behind me ask, “What you drinking sexy?” Without looking I replied, “It tastes like cat piss.”

With a hint of a cheeky smile in his voice, he replied, “And how do you know what cat piss tastes like?”

I turned my head to answer, but the second I saw him I lost the power of speech. I looked him up and down, he was wearing the skinniest jeans I had ever seen that looked like they were painted on, while the sheer top he was wearing was clearly designed to show off his lithe body and, are those nipple bars, fuck I’m in trouble. He must have caught me checking him out because he giggled, drawing my attention up to his beautiful lips that I wanted to see wrecked after hours of us kissing and his full head of dark curls that I imagined pulling on as I pounded him into the bed.

“Like what you see?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me as he leaned forward to take a sip of my drink. As he did his face contorted and he said, “God, that does taste like cat’s piss,” returning the monstrosity to the bar where he found it. He called the barman over and ordered, “2 Jameson’s, neat, he’s paying,” gesturing towards me.

“Cheeky fucker,” I replied, nodding for the barman to confirm I was indeed going to pay. This guy was pushing all the right buttons for me right now, and I knew right then I wanted to take him home and fuck him into tomorrow. The barman handed us our drinks and as I reached for the glass nearest me, the sexy guy reached forward for the same one so that our hands would touch. Sparks shot between our hands like electricity running between us, I looked into his gorgeous brown eyes and felt as if they were trying to bury deep into my soul.

Without releasing my hand the sexy guy spoke again, “Hi, I’m Olly,” in such a silky smooth voice that I almost missed it. Suddenly feeling like there was a frog in my throat, I coughed a little to clear it before meekly replying, “David.”

“Nice to meet you, David,” he purred, literally purred my name. Am I dreaming? If I am, nobody wake me up. He released my hand and went for his own glass, making a show of slowly bringing it to his sweet lips and letting it drip slowly into his waiting mouth and down his throat, exposing his smooth neck, almost daring me to lean in and start sucking at the soft skin to mark him and make him my own. I could tell Olly knew exactly what he was doing, he’d clearly set his sights on me and now his efforts to reel me in were working exactly as he planned.

I reached for my own glass, downing the drink in one go. Letting the sharp sting in my throat prove to me that I’m in the land of the living. I gestured to the barman for another and invited Olly to pull up a stool next to me, “Join me?” But instead of taking the vacant stool, the little minx climbed onto my lap, grinding his pert ass against my crotch as he ‘got comfortable’. I wrapped one arm around him to hold him in place, pulling him a little tighter so I could feel his body against mine, two can play at that game, you naughty boy.

“Comfortable?” I asked him.

“Very,” he replied, bringing his glass to his lips again and letting a few more drops of whiskey drip slowly onto his tongue. I leaned forward so that my lips were next to his ear and whispered, “I want to devour you and take you apart slowly for hours,” causing him to shiver in my lap.

Taking that as a good sign, I continued to whisper in his ear, “I want to take you back to my place, pry you out of those skin-tight clothes, and taste every inch of you from top to bottom while you writhe with pleasure underneath me.” He let out a little whimper, “Please,” was all he managed.

I didn’t need to hear any more, I inched my lips round to his face, we were just a breath apart from each other now. He made the final move and closed the gap between us, and those sparks were back. Our lips connected and it wasn’t long before our tongues were tussling for dominance inside each other’s mouths. For the first time, I discovered it wasn’t just his nipples that were pierced, the little slut had a tongue stud too and boy did it make the sensation of his tongue against mine even more electric.

I couldn’t resist biting on his lower lip and the noise he let out was like a jolt to my cock that I’m sure Olly could feel stiffening underneath him. When we finally broke apart it took a moment for me to remember where we were, our foreheads pressed together. “Shall we,” Olly said, but my mind was still hazy from the heat of our kiss.

“What?” I replied confused, causing him to let out the sweetest giggle.

“Go back to yours. If you still want to, that is,” the bold confidence he had before slipping slightly now that he was asking rather than just taking what he wanted. There wasn’t even a doubt in my mind that I wanted this man, no, I needed this man. I helped him off my lap, took hold of his hand and, trying to sound more casual than I felt, said, “Let’s go.”